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Bra Boys. Unlike a vast majority of the documentaries that I’ve watched, Bra Boys delivered a nostalgic sensation of pride, triumph, and naivety for an Australian surfing community, which can only be attributed to my first hand experiences of surfing with the Bra Boys. Maroubra Beach, home of the Bra Boys, is best known for it’s exquisite selection of diverse waves in the New South Whales territory. However, visiting surfers mustn’t be fooled by the enticing charm of ‘perfect waves,’ as these cherished gems are heavily guarded by fierce, territorial localism. It’s not uncommon for unwelcome surfers to be verbally abused or physically assaulted by enraged, relentless locals, an unfortunate reality I witnessed with my own eyes. Despite the horror stories though, Maroubra is where I chose to settle as an amateur surfer. Day after day, week in and week out, I returned to the waves of Maroubra with increased proficiency and confidence in the sport I so loved. Never once did I personally encounter an altercation, only polite smiles and positive stoke. My civilized respect for the locals won me waves, friends, and many memories. But most importantly, my time at Maroubra taught me the fundamental principle of becoming a great surfer.

In the words of Australian surfer Scott Graham, “It doesn’t matter you’re ability, because the best surfer in the water is the one having the most fun.”